Aziraphale likes this better, anyway: they can just be themselves, like they always had, but perhaps with a little more by way of kissing and Aziraphale leaning his head on Crowley's shoulder as they walk.

Yes, they get back to the bookshop without incident, but somehow Aziraphale is feeling happier and lighter than usual, practically bubbly. He curls an arm around Crowley's waist as they step over the threshold.